Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep - The Curios Shop (Halloween Special pt. 1)

Episode Date: October 24, 2022

Our story tonight is called The Curios Shop and it’s the first in our two-part Halloween special this year. It’s a story about a little shop in downtown Nothing Much, that takes the right set of c...ircumstances to be found. It’s also about creaky wood floors, an old book covered in velvet, and a small grey cat with yellow eyes.Purchase Our Book: https://bit.ly/Nothing-Much-HappensSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Starting point is 00:00:00 Welcome to Bedtime Stories for Everyone, in which nothing much happens. You feel good, and then you fall asleep. I'm Katherine Nicolai, and I create everything you hear on Nothing Much Happens, with audio engineering by Bob Wittersheim. If you like to fall asleep with my voice, you might also enjoy waking up with it. My meditation podcast, First This, offers simple 10-minute guided practices. You can find it for free on any
Starting point is 00:00:47 podcast app. Just search First This and find more cozy goodness at nothingmuchappens.com. Now, just like when you were a child, being tucked in for bed, you're about to hear a story to send you off to dreamland. The story is meant to be a soft landing place for your mind, so that instead of circling through the same thoughts you've been stuck in all day, you can rest in a sweet, peaceful place. I'll tell our story twice, and I'll go a bit slower the second time through. If you find yourself awake again later in the night, don't hesitate to turn the show right back on. Or just take your mind back to the beginning of the story and walk yourself through any part that you can remember,
Starting point is 00:01:54 especially anything that felt particularly cozy. You're training your brain and body to wind down. And the more often you do it, the faster you will fall asleep. So have a bit of patience at the beginning. Now, it's time to turn off the light and put away anything you've been playing with or looking at. Take some time to cozy your body down into your preferred sleeping position. Get the right pillow in the right spot and let everything relax. In time, all of this becomes a signal for your brain. And the signal says, it's time for sleep.
Starting point is 00:02:51 Let's take a deep breath in through the nose. And a soft sigh from your mouth. Do that one more time. Breathe in. Sigh out. Good. Our story tonight is called The Curious Shop. And it's the first in our two-part Halloween special this year.
Starting point is 00:03:27 It's a story about a little shop in downtown Nothing Much that takes the right set of circumstances to be found. It's also about creaky wood floors, an old book covered in velvet, and a small gray cat with yellow eyes. The Curio's Shop I'd seen the sign for the shop someday over the summer,
Starting point is 00:04:03 when I'd been out pedaling my bike, the sign was small and wooden, hanging from an iron brace over a door I'd never noticed. And even then, I'd forgotten it as soon as I looked away. Then, a week later, I'd seen it again, and it sparked a memory, and I'd retained a bit more of it. The third time I'd ridden by, I was racing home as the sky overhead quickly turned dark, and the first few sprinkles had fallen on my face and hands. Still, I'd seen the sign swinging a bit in the rising wind,
Starting point is 00:05:09 and this time I'd been able to read it. Painted in fading maroon letters on a dark green background was the word Curios. And I'd said it a few times in my mind as I sped through the falling rain toward home.
Starting point is 00:05:36 Our downtown wasn't large. A few streets running north to south. A few more crossing over them. A big park with a pond and a maze of smaller alleys right in the heart of everything. In the neighborhoods themselves, there were a few pockets here and there, with a couple buildings pushed together, housing a cafe, a corner store, and maybe an office. But not much more than that.
Starting point is 00:06:22 So, I knew just about every block of town. How had I missed this little place? Even then, I'd seemed to have forgotten about it again. It slipped from my mind, and though I'd fully intended to make a trip over to see the wares, by the time the rain had dried from my sleeves, the thought was gone. It wasn't till today, when I'd stopped on the corner by the spice shop, that all the times I'd seen it before came back and finally stuck. It stopped because I spotted the moon rising over the trees in the park, and its full pale face seemed bigger and more beautiful than I'd ever seen before. I must have been mesmerized for a few moments, lost in thinking about the moon,
Starting point is 00:07:48 how distant and remote she was. Yet present and known to each person in the world. I came back to myself. As someone brushed past me in a hurry to cross the street. They spun me around a bit, and that's when my eyes fell upon the sign. Curios, I said to myself. It was an odd sensation but it seemed like the lines of the door under the sign
Starting point is 00:08:31 of the front window and its contents were coming into existence as I looked at them I'm sure because there was so much to take in, so many details to observe. The door was solid wood, painted black, but with small carvings all over it, sigils and motifs of moons and acorns and honeybees that had been meticulously shaped in the panels. And at eye height was a window
Starting point is 00:09:24 which I immediately peered through. All I could make out was a hazy sort of light inside. That's when I noticed the front window. Likewise framed in carved wood, decorated here with oak leaves and paw prints and things that must be runes, inscrutable to me, but pretty nonetheless.
Starting point is 00:10:12 The display was lined with jewel-bright orange velvet, and full of interesting objects, some I recognized, and others I didn't. There were bundles of herbs tied with string in different colors, decks of tarot cards, and a wooden box filled with cones of incense. Laid out across the velvet were a dozen small candles in every color of the rainbow, and a bowl whose bottom was as shiny and reflective as a mirror.
Starting point is 00:11:11 I couldn't see past the window, again just that hazy bit of light from further in. I reached for the doorknob, thinking I'd likely find it locked, but it turned smoothly in my hand, and I pulled the door open, and stepped through. It was dim inside, and my glasses immediately fogged up on my face. It had been chilly out on the sidewalk, and the air in here was warm and smelled of rose petals and lavender and sandalwood. There were creaky wood floors under my boots and the sound of a simmering pot somewhere in the background. I started to unwind the scarf from around my neck in the warmth,
Starting point is 00:12:09 and a hand reached out to take it. I'll just hang this up for you. So glad you finally made it in. I turned toward the voice, pulling my fogged glasses off to wipe them on my sweater. But whoever had spoken was already gone. My scarf was twisted through the arms of a coat tree, and the curtain behind a counter opposite was swaying back into place. I managed to get my now clear lenses back onto my nose,
Starting point is 00:13:05 and took a slow look around. It was a smallish shop, with the walls painted like a starry midnight sky, dark blues and purples, and the stars themselves luminescing with a bright glow. There were a few vitrines full of tinctures and rocks and crystals, and shelves full of old books and new journals. I found myself drawn to touch things, to run my finger over the spines of the books and pick up certain stones.
Starting point is 00:13:58 There was a table full of old golden coins and handle bells and something made from dried reeds that rattled when I shook it. And I wanted to feel the weight of each object in my hand. I noticed the black curtain behind the counter twitch, and a moment later, a small gray cat with bright yellow eyes jumped up and landed softly on the case in front of me. There was a fuzzy shawl spread out over the surface, already liberally decorated with gray hairs, that I guessed was her favorite resting spot.
Starting point is 00:14:59 And I swirled it into a soft nest as she watched. She stepped daintily into it, and laid down like a sphinx, and just stared at me. I laid a hand on her soft body, and she purred without blinking. A shiver ran up my spine, and I laughed at myself. It was déjà vu I was feeling, But I knew I hadn't been here before. So then, what was this? I stroked the kitty between her eyes
Starting point is 00:15:56 and supposed it was being right where I was supposed to be at this particular moment. The curtain shifted again, and a woman with long black hair and a neat braid over one shoulder stepped through. She had a book with a green velvet cover in the crook of her elbow and a soft smile on her face. Well, she said,
Starting point is 00:16:35 shall we have a cup of tea and talk about it? I smiled and nodded. The Curious Shop I'd seen the sign for the shop someday over the summer when I'd been out pedaling my bike. The sign was small and wooden, hanging from an iron brace over a door I'd forgotten it as soon as I looked away. Then, a week later, I'd seen it again, and it sparked a memory,
Starting point is 00:17:44 and I'd retained a bit more of it. The third time I'd ridden by, I was racing home as the sky overhead quickly turned dark, and the first few sprinkles had fallen on my face and hands. I'd seen the sign swinging a bit in the rising wind, and this time I'd been able to read it. Painted in fading maroon letters on a dark green background was the word Curios. And I'd said it a few times in my mind as I sped through the falling rain toward home. Our downtown wasn't large.
Starting point is 00:18:59 A few streets running north to south. A few more crossing over them. A big park with a pond. And a maze of smaller alleys right in the heart of everything. In the neighborhoods themselves, there were a few pockets here and there, and maybe an office, but not much more than that. So I knew just about every block of town. How had I missed this little place? Even then, I'd seem to have forgotten about it again.
Starting point is 00:20:16 It slipped from my mind, and though I'd fully intended to make a trip over to see the wares, by the time the rain had dried from my sleeves, the thought was gone. It wasn't till today, when I stopped on the corner by the spice shop, that all the times I'd seen it before came back and finally stuck. I'd stopped because I spotted the moon rising over the trees in the park, and its full, pale face seemed bigger and more beautiful than I'd ever seen before. I must have been mesmerized for a few moments, lost in thinking about the moon,
Starting point is 00:21:35 how distant and remote. Yet she was present and known to each person in the world. I came back to myself as someone brushed past me in a hurry to cross the street. They spun me around a bit, and that's when my eyes fell upon the sign. Curious, I said to myself. It was an odd sensation, but it seemed like the lines of the door under the sign, of the front window and its contents, were coming into existence as I looked at them. I'm sure because there was just so much to take in, so many details to observe.
Starting point is 00:23:04 The door was solid wood, painted black, but with small carvings all over it, sigils and motifs of moons and acorns and honeybees that had been meticulously shaped in the panels. And at eye height was a window, which I immediately peered through. All I could make out was a hazy sort of light inside. That's when I noticed the front window, likewise framed in carved wood, decorated here with oak leaves and paw prints and things that must be runes, inscrutable to me, but pretty nonetheless. The display was lined with jewel-bright orange velvet and was full of interesting objects, some
Starting point is 00:24:32 I recognized and others I didn't. There were bundles of herbs tied with string in different colors, decks of tarot cards, and a wooden box filled with cones of incense. Laid out across the velvet were a dozen small candles in every color of the rainbow, and a bowl whose bottom was as shiny and reflective as a mirror. I couldn't see much through the window. Again, just that hazy bit of light from further in.
Starting point is 00:25:40 I reached for the doorknob, thinking I'd likely find it locked. But it turned smoothly in my hand hand and I pulled the door open and stepped through. It was dim inside and my glasses immediately fogged up on my face. It had been chilly out on the sidewalk, and the air in here was warm and smelled of rose petals and lavender and sandalwood.
Starting point is 00:26:28 There were creaky wood floors under my boots, and the sound of a simmering pot somewhere in the background. I started to unwind the scarf from around my neck in the warmth, and a hand reached out to take it. I'll just hang this up for you. So glad you finally made it in. I turned toward the voice, pulling my fogged glasses off to wipe them on my sweater.
Starting point is 00:27:21 But whoever had spoken was already gone. My scarf was twisted through the arms of a coat tree, and the curtain behind a counter opposite was swaying back into place. I managed to get my now clear lenses back onto my nose and took a slow look around. It was a smallish shop
Starting point is 00:28:01 with the walls painted like a starry midnight sky. Dark blues and purples, and the stars themselves, luminescing with a bright glow. There were a few vitrines full of tinctures and rocks and crystals and shelves full of old books and new journals. I found myself drawn to touch things, to run my fingers over the spines of the books and pick up certain stones.
Starting point is 00:29:10 There was a table full of old golden coins and handle bells and something made from dried reeds that rattled when I shook it. And I wanted to feel the weight of each object in my hand. I noticed the black curtain behind the counter twitch, and a moment later, a small gray cat with bright yellow eyes jumped up and landed softly on the case in front of me. There was a fuzzy shawl spread out over the surface, already limberly decorated with gray hairs. I guessed it was her favorite resting spot, and I swirled it into a soft nest as she watched. she stepped daintily into it
Starting point is 00:30:26 and laid down like a sphinx and just stared at me I laid a hand on her soft body and she purred without blinking. A shiver ran up my spine, and I laughed at myself. It was déjà vu, I was feeling, but I knew I hadn't been here before. So then, what was this? I stroked the kitty between her eyes. And supposed it was being right where I was supposed to be at this particular moment.
Starting point is 00:31:33 The curtain shifted again, and a woman with long black hair in a neat braid over one shoulder stepped through. She had a book with a green velvet cover in the crook of her elbow and a soft smile on her face. Well, she said, Shall we have a cup of tea and talk about it?' "'I smiled and nodded. "'Sweet dreams.'

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